The Purple Sea of Embers (poem)

In the quiet winter snow


in the purple sea of sky

burns the golden embers

alongside the moon


Sitting here

looking up


more and more

of these embers

more and more of their



I could watch

for minutes

that turn into hours


Quaking aspen trees frame

this beautiful canvas

the snow silent

and peaceful on the ground


To think

that the one who created

the stars

is the same one

that breathed

life into me


It makes you realize

how in this beautiful possibility

of the world

you will be ok


None of those things

really matter



you sit back

and be engulfed

by the burning beautiful



From all those


glistening bright